no, really, you continue calling <br />but i do not want to speak <br />honestly i see too much of you <br />so i've spoken my piece <br /> <br />but, it kinda hurts when i know <br />that love's blind of hurt: hello <br /> <br />please, do not add expression <br />to the weakness in your voice <br />walking, calling, talking to me <br />giving me disease <br /> <br />it kinda pains to let it rain <br />when all i feel is fire in my veins <br /> <br />so don't call me anymore <br />i won't be there to pick it up <br />listening, thinking, anxiously waiting <br />for you to call me, so stop <br /> <br />i won't be there to pick it up <br />you walk and talk and call me <br />reminding me of better days <br />before pain was always free<br /><br />Annie Cordelia Adams<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/before-pain-was-always-free/
